In good company

The monsoon season continues here in Vancouver. Driving tonight (for me, the girl with driving experience of under two months) was not fun. In fact I was in two lanes at once for a good few seconds, as I couldn't see the road markings. I'm sure Denise loves me driving her about ;o)

Today, I worked, and planned to go to the gym. Then broke that plan by going to the cinema with Denise instead, to see 'In Good Company.' And as Greg could no doubt predict, my obsession with a certain colour of hair led me to covet Scarlett Johanssen's do the whole way through the film. I recommend the film though - it manages to be endearing, funny, and thankfully atypical. Plus the guy in it is cute, in a kind of geeky way. It beat the gym any day.

Talking of good acting, my favourite CSI episode (Friends and Lovers) was on today. It's not the best one in terms of plot by any means, or even in terms of acting. It's not the most exciting, and it doesn't have Eric Szmanda out in the field, which automatically loses it points! But, watching the ending never fails to move me. Without giving the plot away, lest anyone want to watch it in the future, one of the crimes being investigated involves a young man who is found dead in the desert, and who was at a rave with his best friend. As the programme progresses, the plot thickens, and there is a very sad and depressing ending.

It's not the actual plot that gets to me, but the end scene. As followers of CSI will know, Grissom's pet passion is roller coasters. He loves them, and they fill him with excitement and happiness. But this time, after solving the case, he goes at night to one of the big coasters in Vegas, and rides it alone. It's dark, there's no-one else around, and there is music playing, but it's obvious from his face that he gets no enjoyment from riding the roller coaster at all. And something in that just gets to me.